Normally, you would look at the mirror and sigh Black curly hair, dark chestnut eyes, glasses to support your vision, mole right under your lips, and a scar running from your eyebrows to your cheek You knew, everyone knew. Somehow everyone knew that you were the daughter of a drug addict. Your dad lashed out on you, verbally. You hurt yourself for that. The shame's too unbearable. He knew too. That's what bothered you the most. He knew. Now he looks at you as if you are the most dirtiest creature ever. Everyone doubts you, thinking if you handled drugs too. Teachers too. You wished hard if everything went back to normal and everyone forget about you and your situation, who knew that this wish was going to be true? Your eyes opened slowly and lazily, and the first thing you saw was white everywhere..were you in heaven? You saw a woman dressed in white doing something...

( You got into an accident that morning and hit your head hard, breaking your skull.)